The Guest - Geographer

My days are like a drum

That I beat on ‘til my hands are numb

I’ve been trying to get pity from the stars

But all I’m moving is my own heart

I waited hours to not know

I waited here cause I had nowhere else to go

I just want someone to call my own

Meager consolation for being born

Everything keeps happening

Whether your eyes are closed or open

Is it a game or a burden

If there’s an end there must be a beginning